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from blue moons to blue periods

just another label to box us with

because we all know the associations

to be blue is just a nicer way to say

you could die any day

but maybe I'm more than baby blue eyes that can't help but cry

I'm the bile yellow fear of the knowledge all things end

and the pissed off red of anger that that really isn't fair

the sunkissed orange of the joyful bliss of the few good days

and the chaste pink of cheeks as young love blossoms

the vibrant green of bittersweet summers of innocence I wish to grasp

and I suppose

the bitter blue tears from baby blue eyes at my inability to do so

but overall?

I am the white hot numbness of this overwhelming symphony of life and death and bitter bargains and hard won fights

and in the end?

I'm the pitch black void when the lights of the stage go out and the dream we call existence all comes crashing down

because I know

all things come to an end

but for now...

I am every colour under the sun and then some

the light that hits the glass prism

reflecting the rainbow of my highs and lows

so why focus on my blues?

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